NO SONG UNSUNG

BY THE ONE

Please note...this and "Safe for Now" are probably not my greatest works. But, they are critical to the overall plot of my larger story.

The auditorium was empty and silent. No lights were on, no one sat in the audience. The only soft glow came from the red exit signs. Everything was just the way Nicole wanted it.

School wouldn’t start for nearly another hour. She had arrived before anyone else, even her adopted sister Amy who would arrive at normal time on the bus. Nicole had woken up extra early just to come here to practice; to sing.

Nicole was auditioning for her high school’s spring musical in a matter of weeks. She had lost the lead roles twice, and now halfway through her junior year, she was determined to land a decent part. Of course in her mind the only decent part was the lead part. She had only minimal competition, but everyone knew that with last year’s seniors gone on to college, she was now the best. The only thing that could hold her back now was herself. And so she practiced.

By the glow of the nearest illuminated exit sign, Nicole found the panel that controlled the lighting on the stage. She found the switch for the multicolored bank, and turned it on to its lowest setting. A soft combination of blue, green, and red lights came to life with an electric hum.

Nicole strolled out to the center of the stage, directly under the light panel, and closed her eyes. She pictured the auditorium packed with people; every seat was filled and every available square foot of aisle space was occupied by one and sometimes two of the hundreds of admirers come to see her. Specifically her. Oh of course the rest of the musical was still going on, but she was the highlight of the evening, absolutely and without question the star of the show. She pictured her friends backstage, loyally awaiting to hear her voice, just as the hundreds in the audience were. Everyone was silent in rapt attention as she opened her eyes and took a deep breath.

Music broke the silence in both the real world and the fantasy as Nicole sang her showcase song, a stirring, mournful piece about a girl who is betrayed by her supposed true love. She poured emotion into the words and notes, bringing the audience and her friends backstage to tears. Finally she let the last chord echo away into the seemingly endless auditorium ceiling. There was not a sound for at least a minute, then Nicole was hailed with a thunderous applause. No one who had heard her was unmoved. She stole a glance to her left and caught the gaze of her boyfriend Jeremy, lovingly smiling at her with great approval. Roses showered around her, tossed onto the stage by the applauding audience, just like in all the old opera movies, and cries of “Encore! Encore!” rang out…

Then Nicole got the strange feeling that someone was in her imaginary world who shouldn’t have been. Someone had been listening in uninvited. Her fantasy shattered and dissolved into the darkness of the real auditorium as the young singer turned and peered behind her. One of the backdrop curtains, maybe twenty feet away from her, was swaying slightly. There was not enough isolated air movement on the stage to cause such a phenomenon. Someone was there.

“Hello?” Nicole called, starting to get a little afraid, “Who’s there?”

Silence answered her. She called again, louder, “Who’s there? Come out! Show yourself!” Nothing.

Nicole began to slowly move toward the door, her eyes locked on the curtains, now perfectly still. Suddenly a metallic clang rang out as something heavy fell and hit the stage. Footsteps started moving quickly. Nicole panicked and bolted for the door. As she passed the line of curtains, something stuck out and tripped her. She fell heavily on the floor, and as she scrabbled to regain her feet someone pounced on her. Nicole opened her mouth to scream but a bad-smelling towel was wrapped around her head. Her arms and legs were pinned to the ground. She felt herself growing lightheaded; she couldn’t make her limbs move to fight her attacker. As she slipped out of consciousness, a familiar female voice whispered in her ear, “Lovely performance, Nicole. It was absolutely breathtaking…just like you…”

As Nicole went limp in her grasp, Lisa let her drugged captive flop to the floor. She calmly walked out into the hall and summoned her slavegirl.

Heather was very reluctant to be Lisa’s accomplice. Nicole was one of her best friends. But Lisa’s whip was never far away, and so poor Heather had no choice.

Under the stage there was a twisting corridor used for mostly permanent storage; things that were likely never to be used again. Lisa hauled the access door open, revealing a set of rungs bolted to the block walls of the passage, leading down into darkness. A musty smell reached her nose, and she backed away in disgust.

Together, Heather and Lisa carried the unconscious Nicole down under the stage floor. Heather then resurfaced and fetched Lisa’s bag of bondage implements and toys. Her steps were heavy and reluctant returning to the scene of the crime.

“Good girl, Heather,” Lisa said as she was handed her bag of tricks, “You may go now if you want.”

Heather almost bolted, but something stopped her. Lisa’s plan was to leave Nicole bound and chained naked under the stage for the duration of the school day with no knowledge of where she was or what was going to happen to her. After school was over and Nicole was weak and open to manipulation from her hours of fear and desperation, Lisa and Alice would force her to become a slave like Heather and the others. Heather knew she couldn’t let that happen to yet another innocent girl.

“Actually, Mistress” she replied, pretending to be interested, “I was hoping you would let me stay and watch.”

Lisa was obviously surprised. “Oh? Well…I guess there’s nothing wrong with that. What brought about this sudden change of heart?”

Heather feigned embarrassment and scuffed the ground with her shoe. “I…well, Mistress, I…oh this is going to sound stupid!”

Lisa’s reaction of, “Oh, come on now, you can tell me,” showed Heather she had both Lisa’s attention and trust.

“Mistress, I…I want to be like you! You’re so strong and…and fearless! Those are two qualities I’ve never had. I want to be like you.”

The false revelation won Lisa over faster than Heather had originally hoped.

Lisa rose from examining Nicole and put her arm around Heather. “I’m very happy to hear that from you, Heather,” she said, “You’re finally understanding.”

“Understanding what, Mistress?”

Lisa continued to speak as she returned to undress Nicole’s limp form. “My purpose for being so hard on you wasn’t just to break your will and take away your freedom. Of course, it was supposed to do that in the beginning, but all along I had hoped you would someday say to me what you’ve just said. I see great potential in you, Heather. You could be a wonderful mistress, and maybe even take my place next year after Alice and I graduate.” Heather thought to herself, You wish. Your graduation should be made a national holiday! This sick ‘tradition’ ends with me!

But all she said aloud was, “Really? You think so?

“Of course!” Lisa said as she rummaged through her bag to begin binding the now-naked Nicole, “Wouldn’t it be great if Emilie was your slave next year?”

Heather was taken aback, “But she’s my friend! I couldn’t do that to her!”

Lisa smiled and said, “Don’t you remember? Alice was originally my girl. We’re the same age and in the same grade, but before I was her equal I was her mistress. We were best friends, and I made her bow to me, and look at us now! We’re perfectly happy!”

“But I’ll be a senior next year,” Heather said, “If Emilie is my slave during our last year, when will we be equals?”

Lisa smiled her sly smile that always meant trouble. “See, there’s the point. Alice doesn’t want Emilie to ever be an equal. Emilie is a lifelong slave. Once her bracelets bear your name next year, she is yours forever. Believe me, by then you’ll enjoy owning her, just as I enjoy owning you.”

It was then that Heather realized the scale of this ordeal. She was sure this whole tradition of mistresses and slaves had begun all those years ago as a playful game. But these two had taken it to the next level. They had plans for their girls’ entire lives, not just their high school careers. They wanted to force as many girls into submission as possible, and they would do anything to achieve that. They wanted to permanently enslave them. And they wanted Heather to be their successor.

Suddenly sick at the thought of this terrible truth., Heather moaned involuntarily.

“What’s wrong?” Lisa asked.

Recovering quickly, Heather said, “Oh, nothing really. I just don’t think I could ever do that. At least not as well as you do,” she added.

Lisa smiled and ruffled Heather’s hair. “You will. You’ll be better than us. Here, why don’t you watch what I do? Want some experience?”

Realizing she had been asked a question, Heather stuttered, “Oh! Oh, yes, of course, Mistress. Thank you!” She dropped gently to her knees to watch Lisa bind Nicole. But she wasn’t watching to learn techniques. She was watching to observe and memorize Nicole’s bondage. Heather refused to stand and do nothing while her friend was enslaved before her eyes. She watched intently as her mistress began.

Lisa started with a chastity belt, borrowed from Alice who had previously used it on Emilie. It was made of refined PVC and was very hard and smooth. It locked around the hips and looked like a pair of panties, but was rigid was restricted the wearer’s rear end into a tight, perfect form. It had holes to allow access to the anal and vaginal areas, but it also came with remote-controlled vibrators that locked securely into those holes, and therefore into the wearer’s own holes. Nicole was aware of nothing as Lisa locked her into the device and inserted and locked the vibrators.

Next Lisa tightly bound the unconscious brunette’s legs together with hemp ropes. She made sure all the knots were underneath, and that they were expertly complex and tight. In the darkness of the passage, it would be impossible for an already-panicked captive to escape them. She then passed another rope through a few of the loops. This rope was securely fastened to a hook in the ceiling, hoisting Nicole’s legs in the air. Her arms were then pulled together over her head and locked in handcuffs attached to an eyebolt in the wall. The connecting chain of the cuffs passed through the bolt’s ring, holding Nicole’s wrists inescapably to the wall. Lisa closed the cuffs tightly around her captive’s wrists. The positions of her arms and legs jackknifed Nicole’s body into an awkward stance with all her weight resting on her butt. Trapped inside the hardened plastic chastity device, the constant pressure would mount quickly and turn into pain that would have to be endured along with everything else for the seven hours of the school day. To finish everything off, a ball gag bigger than any Heather had ever suffered was forced into Nicole’s mouth and buckled behind her head, silencing her as well as pinning her luscious brown hair to her neck. Heather was ashamed to admit it, but the sight turned her on a little.

Lisa on the other hand was shameless. She openly massaged herself while she bound Nicole, and then proceeded to fondle and kiss her unresponsive captive. After pulling away from one particularly wet kiss, Lisa noticed Nicole starting to stir. She gathered up all her keys and tossed Nicole’s clothes in a pile on the dusty floor before shooing Heather up to the surface and climbing out herself.

Heather asked, “How long will it take her to come around?”

“Probably until I do this,” Lisa speculated. She grasped the metal trapdoor that led under the stage, and let it fall shut with a clang. Looking at Heather she made a motion to be quiet and listen.

Pressing their ears to the door, the pair heard nothing at first. Then a few groggy moans drifted up from beneath the stage. Then silence again. Then a scream. And another. And another. A terrified girl’s cries for help that grew more desperate and pitiful every time. Help wasn’t coming, and she knew it.

Lisa pushed two buttons on a small remote she had in her pocket. Surprised cries and redoubled screams from beneath the floor let Heather know that Lisa had just activated the vibrators locked in Nicole. Twirling the keys to the chastity belt around her finger, Lisa said, “And that is how I get what I want!”

As Heather was led away, Nicole’s screams quickly vanished, too faint to be heard. No passerby would hear her, no matter how loudly she called.

Lisa was already talking about her dreams and expectations of Heather as a mistress, but Heather wasn’t listening. She was too preoccupied with thinking of how she was going to save her friend from becoming another of Alice and Lisa’s pets…